A celebratory chime sings out as another patient completes their radiation journey. This installation is a new adventure for us this year. One of our first patients to try it out, Mr. Moran was so excited he ripped it right off the wall. I liked the exuberance. Weeks into therapy, patients look longingly as the symbol of freedom invites them. The small frail hand reaches for the cord, a patient is lifted from a wheelchair, a robust man rings it like Santa Claus or a salvation army bucket bell. As I walk the patient to the lobby, we gather with staff on their final day. I remark about their journey, we applaud and they ring the bell. The smiles are wide behind the masks, their eyes bright sometimes with tears, there is relief in their words and definitely their posture is of strength. The timid fearful demeanor from that inaugural day is long gone.
The bell has a magic all its own. It seems to understand its role here, shining beams of power, its own force for healing. This week when a sweet elderly lady completed therapy, she stood alone, in utter dismay that she got through this- she was so resistant initially. As she tugged the pull sheepishly she looked angelic. At that moment she believed in herself- what a difference 6 weeks made. She believes that she will have strength for the battle and a future. The staff members witnessing this transition are buoyed as well – they form relationships and so share in the joy.
The round of applause in lieu of the hugs, the clarity of the bell tone, the amazement on the faces signaling hope and a new beginning. Vibration to a common hertz passing through us all and throughout the space. The sheer humanity of the moment is pure joy. Even the most jaded are surprisingly thrilled.
We are encouraged to acknowledge the importance of marking our endings and new beginnings. Transitions should be honored. Today’s message is a reminder to celebrate every one of your own achievements, even the smallest can have great consequences. When Betty gets her porta cath removed she will no longer have this constant reminder living in her. When Fred has the improved (not even cancer free) pet scan, he should recognize the significance. As Harvey started eating more, removal of the feeding tube was such a big deal, he ate a Big Mac. Alicia cheered her fuzzy- head hair regrowth by dying it pink.
Whatever your achievement, success, relief, or event, ring that bell. Mark the moment to lift your spirit and others who have cheered you on. Let the chime set a tone of anticipation and excitement for the next challenge- knowing you can succeed once again. As I say to my patients when they pull the tug, “Let the angels hear you!”.